[ she hasn't shared her new-found ability with many people. only strange, actually, and even then only in vague descriptions and off-hand quips. even without the rumbling of earthquakes under her veins, the reality of knowing she's different than before has left daisy suffering from a disorienting case of deja vu.
it seems only practical, then, to expose that most delicate secret to fitz first. she's reassured by his soft, slack-jawed smile, the awe apparent in the gentleness of his gaze and the hesitance in his hand as it approaches. ]
I owe you a new alarm clock. [ his quizzical expression peeks up in response, and so daisy elaborates, a quiet huff of laughter punctuating the break. ] Yours kept going off after you left the other day, and I couldn't figure out how to turn the stupid thing off. I just kept thinking about how I wanted to rip it apart... and all the pieces just kind of popped off right in front of me.
[ a pause. ]
Getting them to go back together is a little harder. I can do new things, but... repairs not so much.
[ his mouth twists, instinctively affronted that she broke his belonging. fitz might be cross if she hadn't led with the offer of a new alarm clock (and if this wasn't an instinctively sentimental topic for the both of them). ]
[ dry. ] No funny business. [ if his new clock blares katy perry or uses light-shows to wake him up, it's going in her room. ] Do you visualise the new items — or do you consider the process?
[ His portals follow his snap calculations, quickly estimating the distance intended, but there's an instinctual, visual element, too. If he wants to catch something, he can redirect it just by wanting. ]
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it seems only practical, then, to expose that most delicate secret to fitz first. she's reassured by his soft, slack-jawed smile, the awe apparent in the gentleness of his gaze and the hesitance in his hand as it approaches. ]
I owe you a new alarm clock. [ his quizzical expression peeks up in response, and so daisy elaborates, a quiet huff of laughter punctuating the break. ] Yours kept going off after you left the other day, and I couldn't figure out how to turn the stupid thing off. I just kept thinking about how I wanted to rip it apart... and all the pieces just kind of popped off right in front of me.
[ a pause. ]
Getting them to go back together is a little harder. I can do new things, but... repairs not so much.
[ rest in peace, fitz' alarm clock. ]
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[ dry. ] No funny business. [ if his new clock blares katy perry or uses light-shows to wake him up, it's going in her room. ] Do you visualise the new items — or do you consider the process?
[ His portals follow his snap calculations, quickly estimating the distance intended, but there's an instinctual, visual element, too. If he wants to catch something, he can redirect it just by wanting. ]